Soliloquy drastically wished to escape from this moment. It surely couldn't be real could it? It was though, shamefully he knew that sickening fact that this nightmare was a reality and one he could never escape from. His life was lost already now in his eyes, there was no saving it or piecing back together what remnants he had left. He had failed, the family may have all been free again now but he had still failed and there would never be any coming back from this one. Rhythm could try, could chatter on and use her herbs to save him but there was little left to save. Words would fail him now too, there was no point in those either; in the same way he'd accepted his fate, Rhythm was determined to help him in some way. He'd pretend to be grateful or at least wouldn't bother arguing but her efforts would truly be in vain from here.
